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Eliza Barker letter to Charity Rotch, New York, 3 mo 29, 1804

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My Dear Aunt New York 3rd mo 29th 1804
It has not been for want of affection that
thy acceptable letters have remained unanswered, but whenever
I have made the attempt something has occurred to prevent;
and since the loss of our dear little Martha my mind has
been so depressed as to feel almost incapable of every thing, it
is indeed but a renewal of all I have so recently suffered
and the peculiar attachment between us has rendered it
doubly severe, I have often recalled our last parting; when
I was about returning, it seemed quite too much for her, she
wept the whole day, and went almost sick to bed, and
for several weeks after; whenever mother mentions my name
she would burst into tears, and beg her brot to talk of
sister Eliza; her grief has seemed almost prophetic but
little did I think it would be the last time I should
ever see her; and it would be hardly possible to bear up
under the afflicting dispensation, was it not for the belief
that she has exchanged a world of misery for eternal rest
and peace, and that she never could have gone in a more
acceptable time, and had her life been prolonged we know
not what might have been her lot to have passed through.
I have felt more on my beloved Mother's account than I

B-235-1
My Dear Aunt New York 3rd mo 29th 1804
It has not been for want of affection that
thy acceptable letters have remained unanswered, but whenever
I have made the attempt something has occurred to prevent;
and since the loss of our dear little Martha my mind has
been so depressed as to feel almost incapable of every thing, it
is indeed but a renewal of all I have so recently suffered
and the peculiar attachment between us has rendered it
doubly severe, I have often recalled our last parting; when
I was about returning, it seemed quite too much for her, she
wept the whole day, and went almost sick to bed, and
for several weeks after; whenever mother mentions my name
she would burst into tears, and beg her brot to talk of
sister Eliza; her grief has seemed almost prophetic but
little did I think it would be the last time I should
ever see her; and it would be hardly possible to bear up
under the afflicting dispensation, was it not for the belief
that she has exchanged a world of misery for eternal rest
and peace, and that she never could have gone in a more
acceptable time, and had her life been prolonged we know
not what might have been her lot to have passed through.
I have felt more on my beloved Mother's account than I